[The lamia's teasing whisper broke off into a gasp, legs quivering as a third finger slicked inside. Her entrance stretched, but all the previous touches had prepared her. Instead of discomfort, there were only excited sparks wherever his fingertips caressed next.
It made her weak at the knees, and the monster shifted her weight forwards to rest on her arms and press her face into the rumpled sheets. Her grasp on the kitsune's shaft loosened, her thoughts and mind distracted by the curl of his fingers.]
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It made her weak at the knees, and the monster shifted her weight forwards to rest on her arms and press her face into the rumpled sheets. Her grasp on the kitsune's shaft loosened, her thoughts and mind distracted by the curl of his fingers.]